The City Track

Away from bustle; stress,

Away from life,

Is a track.

The City Track.

Mountainous trees, leaves dancing in the gradual breath of wind,

Shrubs flattened by the swelling creek,

Gravel underfoot, crumbling with every step.

The City Track.

Kookaburras cackle, watching you pass,

Crickets chirping with the drooping sun,

And a squawking magpie, threatening who dared disturb her nest.

The City Track.

But as you move beyond

The deafening car engines, blaring horns,

Putrid hase creeps up your nose.

The City Track.

And you wonder how,

So close to bustle, stress,

Is a track?

The City Track.